Proof The Bible Is True

This late in December, the cow path near our house in Tennessee was still covered with leaves, but I knew snow would be falling soon enough. My younger brother, Buddy Earl, and I were on an important mission: Go to Uncle Tommie’s place and get a goose. The trek over Little Mountain and back to get there would be worth it. Uncle Tommie raised the best geese around, and he’d offered to give us one for Christmas dinner.

 

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky above and a cold wind came in from the north. As usual, Buddy Earl lagged behind, striking every pile of leaves with the tobacco stick he carried. “Put a spring in your step,” I called back to him. “I don’t want to be caught out here if it snows.”

 

Buddy Earl pointed his stick at the sky. “Those aren’t snow clouds,” he declared. “They’ll be cleared out by the wind.”

 

At 12 years old, I knew how fast weather could change in the Appalachian Mountains of East Tennessee. I was pretty relieved when we topped the crest and saw a column of smoke from Uncle Tommie’s fireplace filtered through the trees.

 

Thunder rumbled suddenly. Black clouds billowed up from the valley to the west and lightning forked through the sky like a spiderweb.

 

Uncle Tommie met us at the door with a grim expression. “I ain’t rushing you boys off,” he said, “but the way the wind is picking up, you better get the goose and head for home.”

 

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